That was not the worst of it though, as his body screamed with a thousand phantom pains from his memories that were roused in his mind. He felt old and buried memories trying to force their way to the surface as well, memories he wished were gone. Gavier closed his eyes and began to whisper to themselves, "I will trust in the light, and be free of the dark" he simply repeated to himself again and again. The memories fading as he pushed them away.
A hulking form of pure darkness was staring down upon eyes burning with the essence of the void. A voidwalker standing two heads taller than the normal man. Its form bulking and furious that could crush a normal man in an instant. There was a thin unnatural light hanging about it that defined its form. It had a look in its eyes unlike the other demons that had been seen, it did not seem to be an aimless creature nor did it seem to have any anger. It seemed to have the look of a paladin, devotion burned in those terrible eyes." Leave now or die." It roared in it's hollow voice.
"Not while you stand as a threat to our people." The paladin raised from the shattered table, using his hammer to push himself up. "We once fought against your kind who tried to burn our world. I vowed to give up my own life before I saw another's taken." He throw himself forward without another word, he threw his weight into the swing. His heart beating with a fury as he drove at the creature his steel against bracers.
The metal clanging as the two began. The beast was slow and lumbering, yet it had great strength compared to man. Gavier had speed and the light, the creature's body burning as Gavier's hammer radiated light. It swung its lumbering arms at his head, with a hollow and angered growl. Ducking below the swing, the paladin jammed the hammer into the creature's side.
With a pained roar, the voidwalker pushed barreled its weight into the paladin to push the mortal back several feet. Gavier skidded on the metal soles of his boots before. tumbling to the ground, his hammer skimming across the wooden floor, leaving him unarmed. The voidwalker could have struck him down in that moment and yet it had restrained itself. Its bracers had been cracked, Gravier noted. A black ethereal essence spilling from them, as if the creature was bleeding.
"You are a protector? Pure of heart?" The simple creature skimmed away as the palladian raised his hand calling upon the light to smite his foe, yet he stopped himself puzzled at the actions of the void creature.
"Yes" Gavier stopped though, that was wrong, "no, actual. I am a man like other, there is dark as there is light." Gavier began to mumble a prayer as he reached for his mace, feeling the light rise forth from his heart, his mace beginning to glow.
He could charge at back of the enemy, just had to get to his feet, yet he dropped his weapon as he looked upon what the voidwalker was guarding. There were a number of bodies among them all dressed in dark icons and runes they looked as if they had been trying to enter the next room. Two rested inside the rooms. A human man and a draenei women who seemed as if they have been fighting. They here holding something though in a stygian embrace
Taking a few moments to push himself to his feet, Gavier moved to A stave in the hands of the man and a warmaul in the hands of the women. A little symbol flickering over her forehead. It was fading though unable to sustain itself. They had both been bleeding, now nothing was left of them.
There laying admits all the ash and devastation lay life, a single life surrounded by the daemonic. He has soft feature and yet you could see some hints of both his origins The voidwalker was a not an attacker but a guardian for a child. The realization came as quite a shock to the paladian. To think such fouls creatures could care for something.
A darkness swirled around the babe. They were black winds, spectral images of horns and wings sprouted invisible from the child. Runes and symbol were burned an effervescent green upon the child's skin. "So much darkness." Gavier felt his mace fall from his hands, the light fading from the metal as confusion took hold. He found his feet carrying him to the sight, without thought of danger
The voidwalker did not strike the paladin though in this moment. It simply moved silently towards the babe and shifted to the side. The voidwalker growing smaller and began to gently stroke stroke the babe's head of hair. The child did not despair of at the creature's touch like any normal mortal, it only smiled and laughed.
Another child rested there, yet it was far from human, nor draenei. She was a demon. A entity what was once called a sayaad, a light pink skin, wings, horns, hooves, and a short curly tail.
Gavier looked in almost awe at the two. One was seething in the blighted darkness and the other was a succubus. The child had the powers of the of the fel shadows , yet for them to manifest so young. One would think it was impossible.
Gavier took a step forward towards the two children. A desire to look at them pulling him closer. He stepped forward slowly, he focus always shifting the the demonic entity pulling themselves into existence. He showed no fear though for he knew it could be his death, he walked forward with what he hoped appeared to be reserved respect.
The paladin looked at around at the demons that were beginning to form out the very shadows, they seemed to slither out if the black as a snake slithers from its skin. He had to stay calm, if they had not killed him yet, then he doubted that was the intention of these creatures.
The demons looked at the paladin with soulless eyes. Each creature backed away from him as if to let him forward and then closed away the path behind him. All but one did not let foward the paladin. The voidwalker stood as a sentinel,the creature merely twisted its ethereal form when it sought to inspect Gavier. It's soulless eyes looked over the paladin as if judging Gavier. What the voidwalker was looking for was know, yet soon enough it seemed to find that which it sought and moved from Gavier's path, leaving the two swaddled infants alone. It was a subtle invite in some ways for the lightbringer.
Gavier went down upon his knee and watched the children, he extend a hand forward as the dark magic gnawed as his flesh through his holy armor. He could feel his flesh of his unarmored hand almost burning away in invisible fires,"spirit of the light!" He cursed as he felt fel toxins course through his blood until his hand gently stroked the cheek of the boy. It was in this moment Gavier could truly feel another force working through him and the child. He closed his eyes and began to pray. The shadows seemed to fall away and fall back into the boy. Horns and wings were fading into nothing, while glyphs tattooing his skin slowly seemed to curl away from his body. The air and energies within it seemed to change, there was no darkness to it anymore, just the power of two opposing forces.
"Will you guard the child?" The voidwalker whispered towards Gavier. The fel beasts and demons began to fade from the world, what gave them power to manifest was now drawing them back to the twisted neither.
"Who are you spirit," Gavier could not help but look towards the children. Perhaps it was his oaths or memories of a lost love, but Gavier felt a warmth in his heart. A fatherly warmth as he looked upon the two sleeping children. The boy, even if innocence touched by the dark, most of all awoke something with the light bringer. The girl, while a daemon, was a babe with no control of her birth.
"I am Kal'taz, I was guard of the father," The spirit looked over the cracking gauntlets, letting its essence spill out. "now I am his. Yet I tire... must return to the void for now." Kal'taz began to fade from Azeroth back to the twisted neither.
"Did his father cause this?" Gavier asked hurriedly as his chance for information was literally disappearing before his very eyes. Was this a simple mistake that caused so much destruction? Was the very intention to scar the world and a mistake cost their life? Or was this all some effort to guard the child? The very thought made him glance down at the babe in his grasp and wonder if he was a victim of circumstance or something else.
The spirit began to shake his head. "Protect the hearts of your world, as light and dark will burn as one in fires new and old. The earth will cry against and with those who were lost, those who hunger, and those who scream. The grey blood will spill for want and ruin." Those were Kal'taz's final words before it faded from existence.
Gavier just looked about as the daemon's melted into the darkness all around them. The hearts of the world, the words burning in his head. He know that could only be one thing, Nordrassil. The tree of the world, yet the term was plural. What did the light and dark have to do with it and how would they burn. What had or was the grey blood. Shaking his head, Gavier turned to more pressing matters.
The paladin slowly looked over the cloth that wrapped the boy. It was black with a distinct orange symbol, below it lay a family name Brakenclaw. "A Gilneaian." Surprise in his voice, he wondered why this child's parents had come so far from south. Many Gilneaian's still lived with the night elves or were taking this moment of peace to return to the ancestral home or find a new place to live. If the man was truly a warlock he could understand it, their kind were not fondly looked upon, tolerated if not hated. Giving a quick examination of the man showed that the flag was not some spoil of war. The man had the affliction of the worgen blood. Even in this mortal form, some of the his features were canine and vicious. Teeth longer and sharper than a normal man's.
Gavier shook the thought off, as he took another cloth and wrapped up up the girl. "Come with me little ones, let the sun bless you both." He lifted the took over them and then turned from this room to work his way back to the stairs.
Gavier took the children from the house and turned towards the few men that were left, "one of you take my hammer." He said tossing it towards the clerics and soldiers.
Vaneer strood forward and picked of the war hammer. I was quite awkward in his small frame, "by the light are those children!" He was astounded as he saw the two swaddled bundles.
"Yes. They had been among a number of demons, but the light granted me the chance to bore them from the darkness. I think this would measure as sufficient enough information to return to Stormwind." The paladin smiled as babes murmured and muled in his arms.
"Are the parents?" Cleric Vaneer felt as if he knew the answer already, it was terrible and likely, but he hoped that if the child had managed to live than perhaps at least the mother or father lived.
"Left are both dead." The paladin left it as simple as that, hoping that it would not be pressed on. Gavier knew if he indicated that he suspected the killers to be warlocks, even if the parents were warlocks as he suspected, it would confirm too many suspicions of too many ready with blade in hand. Only a blood bath would come from such. A bloodbath that was most unneeded. He could bear such news in time."I think I would raise him myself," Gavier spoke the thought aloud as he gently bounced on the tips of his feet. It was an instinctual action to lull the children. Which Vaneer only smiled at.
It was a sad smile as he looked to the children with pity, yet he could not help but find the scene amusing in its ridiculousness. "I can think of no soul who I would place the gift and burden upon than you. Other than I of course." The Cleric flattered himself.
"Of course you would, you would be able to make sure someone is smiling when all others cry." The Paladin joked as he turned to watch the men and women under his command prep for a new march northward. It seemed that they were excited about his discovery. Soldiers often felt jovial when they were to turn hostile fields. He wondered how many had not expected to see this night's moon.
"And what of her, I would not mind daughter" Vaneer drew back the cloth covering the girl's head before Gavier could tell him otherwise. The cleric withdrew his hand as if a viper had intended to strike at him. The smile gone from his face. Vaneer looked upon the demon with no small measure of doubt and distrust, this abomination could very well be hiding it's age and power with an illusion or some other fel darkness. "That thing is a demon." the cleric hissed.
"I would raise her as well, than if you have reconsidered" Gavier said knowing full well that his words would gain a great deal of reprisal from the cleric and those he called brother, yet he knew in his heart kindness and mercy was needed. A creature did not determine its birth and the youth could always embrace a calling her kind never had.
"She is a unbound daemon!" Cleric Vaneer protested the thought, in a hushed hiss. "She can not be permitted to remain in this realm." His attempt to scold the warrior was one he would regret. Vaneer's words were far more harsher than he attended and it did not sit well with his friend.
"She is a child." The paladin said swinging on his heel to stare into the cleric's eyes. Vaneer was suddenly varry aware of the fact his friend was far larger than him. The very nature of what the cleric was daring to even suggest though disgusted Gavier down to his core. A cleric of the light suggesting the banishment of an infant for her very existence. "I will not raise a hand to push away a child, demon or not. Is that the justice of the light now, to hurt those who are innocent?" Gavier growled at the cleric.
The entire band of footmen stopping in shock from the paladin's words. Gavier had not noticed that by the end he had been screaming. The soldiers looked on horrified, a warrior of the light defending that which once tried to put their world to the torch.
The cleric recoiled at Gavier's words as if he had been physically struck by the mailed fists of the warrior. "The order will not like this, they could strip you of your titles and the people of Westfall will want blood, its blood. They may even exile you, kill you, for… " The cleric seemed almost unnerved by his next words, "protecting an unbound demon."
"Then let them!" Gavier had a hideously righteous look burning in his eyes. "I will serve the light as I see fit, but if my 'duty' is to become a monsters no better than those we claim to fight than I will serve alone."
Cleric Vaneer could only watch as the paladin stormed off. The cleric knew the order had to be informed and despite his misgivings he trusted Gavier. The cleric would do his best to keep the paladin from losing title or more importantly head. They would do what they must do to bring sense to the paladin and remove the children from him yet the gears of fate were already turning and they would not be denied there game. Those who watched on with their grand designs, needed the child. And they would not be denied!
I was being particularly vague with the boy, cause I am not sure his half breeds take after the mother or father. I am kinda looking that up, though I know the worgen curse does not transfer but my worgen warlock is the character i liked the most along with the draeni in general. If you know and would like to help send me a pm or something.
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